Well said. I’m just sad all those good ones can only make this much and there are the bad ones that keep on getting everything worse. I hope cartoons are right, that good wins over evil.

Don Wiley

hmmmm… Christy, we see a different world. My faith calls me to be in connection and to serve, not to spend my life in anguish over what is going on. Frankly, I believe it’s one of those highly American upper-middle-class-guilt things that is definitely a First World Problem. My African and Honduran brothers and sisters are not wailing and gnashing their teeth about these things. They are joyfully finding ways to do the very best they can for others and searching for new ways to do more.

I found one of the ways to move through this when I was on the initial ride up the mountainside on the outskirts of Tegucigalpa, Honduras. I was surrounded by the most overwhelming sense of hopelessness as I rode in our minivan, up through the endless sea of slums that were non existent 12 years ago, to the mission where we would serve for 6 days.

I did not know why I was there. How could I help a million functionally homeless people? What could I do that would make any difference? If the billions of dollars and tens of thousands of aid workers couldn’t make a real dent, what was I going to do that day, that week ? This was a level of futility that I could not grasp before…

So I prayed… that God would do with me whatever I could do, that I would be willing eyes. ears, hands and feet for him… because this was God-size. And my sense of futility and purposelessness lifted – this was a God-size problem: I would leave it in His loving hands and do my best to serve. Amazing things happened amidst that setting. Peace, forgiveness, sharing, healing, feeding, worship….fellowship. All I had to do was… to depend on Him…

Perhaps our greatest anguish is when we come to the realization that we have become so distant from our Savior because we have become accustomed to doing things on our own…

Don Wiley

hmmmm… Christy, we see a different world. My faith calls me to be in connection and to serve, not to spend my life in anguish over what is going on. Frankly, I believe it’s one of those highly American upper-middle-class-guilt things that is definitely a First World Problem. My African and Honduran brothers and sisters are not wailing and gnashing their teeth about these things. They are joyfully finding ways to do the very best they can for others and searching for new ways to do more.

I found one of the ways to move through this when I was on the initial ride up the mountainside on the outskirts of Tegucigalpa, Honduras. I was surrounded by the most overwhelming sense of hopelessness as I rode in our minivan, up through the endless sea of slums that were non existent 12 years ago, to the mission where we would serve for 6 days.

I did not know why I was there. How could I help a million functionally homeless people? What could I do that would make any difference? If the billions of dollars and tens of thousands of aid workers couldn’t make a real dent, what was I going to do that day, that week ? This was a level of futility that I could not grasp before…

So I prayed… that God would do with me whatever I could do, that I would be willing eyes. ears, hands and feet for him… because this was God-size. And my sense of futility and purposelessness lifted – this was a God-size problem: I would leave it in His loving hands and do my best to serve. Amazing things happened amidst that setting. Peace, forgiveness, sharing, healing, feeding, worship….fellowship. All I had to do was… to depend on Him…

Perhaps our greatest anguish is when we come to the realization that we have become so distant from our Savior because we have become accustomed to doing things on our own…